That the fish are where the sun lifts it's raysAway from citiesIn a civilization of their ownWhere you cannot hear a larkOnly the streams of dark state the passage of lifeShould we stir life everywhere there is a wayLock ourselves and become dependent on the stingraysMaybe we should sleep with them

So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fameWith conquering limbs astride from land to land,Spread-eagled, showering gold, a strumpet stands:A much-used trollop with a torch, whose flameHas long since been extinguished. And her name?"Mother of Cowards!" From her enervate handSoft ash descends. Her furtive eyes demandAllegiance to her ****'s repulsive game.

Let's take a trip around the worldJust to show everyone how much you hurtFirst we'll start in Paris where you'll try to bid me adieuBut I regret ever saying Bonjour to someone like youMaybe in Germany I'll get stupid and try to call you mineBut I know I'd be met with a cold hard NeinNext I'll imagine a Britain where you'd call me love But in reality you would throw me off the Big Ben and I'd pray to be saved by doves We could go back to the States and I'll meet you in LABut you'd run to Montana before ever looking my wayMaybe we could go and visit New YorkBut you'd stab me instead of cheesecake with your forkI wish we had the chance to meet up in HawaiiBut I shouldn't have ever loved youBecause you always hated me

There was a bang at the door, but it wasn't the pizza.Marcus revealed himself to a man standing a head taller, who was buttoned up in a well fitted suit."Mr. Williams?" the man asked.Marcus shook his hand."Marcus. How can I help you?"The man introduced himself as Daniel ***, a representative for Eris Save States, LLC.

"Wow." Marcus stared down at this kitchen table.Daniel gathered his papers, and bowed his head."I want to make it absolutely clear," Daniel said,"You're under no obligation, whatsoever,to take any action with this information.I understand this may be overwhelming news."

Only muddy images came to Marcus's mind. Her light brown hair. Her green eyes. Her umber skin. Out of touch, out of reach. Running from mom, running from school. A ghost, ghosted him, and that was that.

The World Needs LoveThe Light That Warms Through People's Window PanesUniversal Messages of Peace and CareEven though we might reside in different spacesWe are Human.We breath passion to progress and live out the bestof days in our livesSending out just one signalFrom The United StatesTo North KoreaTo RussiaTo Other NationsPeople UnitedNever Divided We shall one dayHold handsand United the World Through a Shining LightThat is True Heart and it's Shedding of light with the world

It was New York. La vie en rose playing in the background as you read a script you wrote the morning before. The way your blue eyes look so sad and yet so peaceful and you smirk for me and me alone. The way your hands are rougher then they should be but touch me softer then they should as well. We were passing cars in the night. Looking for each other as destinations we would never get too.

It was North Carolina. It was green. So much green. It was airports that seemed to hold too many tears and not enough smiles. It was road trips that blossomed into a never ending love and irrational fear. It was summer in July and the way your lips found mine in every moment of every time. You were the light I had been searching for my whole life.And you became the darkness that was always there under my skin. You are my unfinished book and my unfinished heart.

It was California. It was never enough and thoughts that don’t ever truly go away. It was watching you leave.Your fresh start, your growth. My jealousy, my envy. My wishful and spiteful thoughts of wanting to be in your shoes but not wanting you enough.

It was Nevada. Damaged and uncontrollable. The never ending fighting and back and forth insecurities. Your ability to make me swoon and cry in the one sitting was gold.The unquestionable loyalty I had to ruining my own life. The sadness and depression. The love I had but never dared speak of. The way you broke me down and don’t understand my feelings still to this day. ***** and *******. Your true loves.

It was Me. My will to love too much and yet not enough. My hazel eyes and mismatched hair. My gaze of sadness and darkness watching the men come and go from my life. My inability to connect because of damaged heart strings. But It’s also my strength in finding my flaws. The power I have to change. The growth at self confidence and care I am working on. It’s me. It’s them. It’s someday... someday finding someone who won’t leave.